I dreamt I said, ‘Hullo, Fellow' on her pink plumage pillow
When from my blue sky grew and flew a sentimental swallow
That told me to fold my arms and grow calm because it didn't matter anymore
As the etiquette of entire episode chose to metamorphose into a sappy snore.
I dreamt life no longer brought, caught or taught strident strife
When for the umpteenth time a series of memories drew me to my lost life
Taken away from my puny pay on a gray Wintry Wednesday
Leaving my heart bleeding, begging and weeping every day.
I dreamt I lost my post as teacher to become a preacher
When a sermon I delivered reminded me I wasn't a true blue bleacher
Who in the twinkling of an eye could turn ebony black into snow white
Praying hard for God to restore a sinner's succor and salvation right.
I dreamt sanity and vanity from my mind vowed to quit
When by force of booze I succeeded in losing my wit
Indulging instead the bedstead of lampoon language
That infiltrated and integrated every fabric of my every message.
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Pink plumage pillow is seen in amazing dream and this scribbles mind. Sanity and vanity from your mind are vowed to quit. This poem is very brilliantly penned...10